Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.